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study for your spelling test after we eat supper,” he said pushing him away.
    “Yes, sir,” Brady said, edging around him to walk out the door.  Brock stood, and stared at the toes of his boots.
    If they lived at the ranch with him, at least he could keep an eye on Brady and know right away when he had an episode.  And he could sleep in his own damned bed instead of his son’s twin bed here.  Brady had only ever had one seizure when he was three, but that instance proved it could happen.  The thought of it happening again and him not being around scared the shit out of him, so he was going to have to seriously consider moving them in with him.
    What he needed to do was take off work to go to the doctor with Lucy and Brady, talk to them, maybe nudge them to get answers.  He should have done that before now, but left it up to her to handle.  Brock had no idea what she was telling the doctor—whether she was minimizing the situation or what.  Because surely, if she would have related the severe pain and problems he was having they would be more inclined to do something. 
    Lucy was flaky at times, not good at getting her point across, and he wondered if that was the case here.   He’d have her make another appointment tomorrow morning, and he was going with her to Mountain Ridge. 
    Screw his meeting with the mayor and commissioner.  Brady was the man’s grandson, so he would just have to understand. 
    Blowing out a breath, he walked into the living room and saw Lucy at the stove in the tiny kitchen.  He sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote to turn on the television and a beer suddenly appeared in his line of vision.
    “Thanks,” he said, and took a long sip from the can.  He felt her still behind him, and tensed when her fingers dug into his shoulders.
    “I could give you a full massage later, if you like,” Lucy purred, smoothing her hands over his collarbone.  “We could eat and put Brady to bed, then have dessert.”
    The sides of the beer can dented as his fingers dug in and his free hand flew up to brush her hands away. “Lucy, I told you that isn’t going to happen. I’m here to help with Brady, and that’s the only reason I’m here.” 
    The mere fact that she could even think about sex right now, or trying to seduce him, made his blood boil.  Their kid was sick as a dog—could be terminally ill for all they knew since his mysterious sickness and episodes of it seemed to be getting worse—and she didn’t seem a bit worried about that at the moment.  And this is exactly what would happen if he moved them in with him too.
    Maybe instead of moving them into the ranch he should sue her for full custody.  If he had a free penny to his name he might, but between the child support they’d agreed on so she could stay home with Brady, his outrageous medical bills and his bills at the ranch, that wasn’t going to happen. 
    He was screwed, he thought, tossing back the beer to finish it. 
    He leaned forward to set the can on the coffee table and whiskey brown eyes set in a heart-shaped face surrounded by thick, glossy dark hair floated like a vision before him.  It was Melanie Fox, her full lips moved and he could swear he heard her say, Ask me before it’s too late .
    What the fuck ? Brock looked at his beer can, then shook his head. 
    When he looked back up there was only the news on the old television set by the window.  He scrubbed a hand over his face, and blew out a breath.  He was so fucking tired he was hallucinating, and it didn’t look like he would be getting any sleep tonight either. 
    There will be plenty of time to sleep when you’re dead. 
    His father’s lifelong motto, and Brock’s newly adopted one.  The way things were going for him lately, that day might come sooner rather than later for him.
     

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Melanie tossed in her mother’s hard-as-a-brick bed once more then huffed out a breath, unwound the sheet from around her legs and sat up.